My Poetry

When the gates slumped open I went deep in, Puerto Rican, butter pecan Was the texture of her skin in The sensation was like Honey and milk and bread and butter When I release I sometimes utter See look here Some might say that my poetry is overrated But I say your mindsets are just inundated So update your mindset And get hip to my poetry concept Because my concept is lecherous And my rhymes get treacherous And I won’t stop Don’t stop until I get to the top like Pegasus Yeah, and I dish out sexual messages